[Vash was enjoying the festival. After all the nastiness it was nice to have some fun. He was running back and forth to all the booths trying just about all the food that he can. He loves all of it.

Although he's currently stopped at one stand trying out something called sushi. It's delicious, but he's wondering what that green stuff is. Maybe he should put a bunch on the sushi. Looks kinda like a dipping sauce.

Something other than sushi he's also trying all the alcohol. Mead, beer, grog, whatever it may be called. No matter the spices, or fermentation style he'll be trying it out. Also getting fairly drunk as he goes.

Which leads eventually to him opening up the network to his smiling, drunk face. There's also a tie on his head. Where did he get it? He sure as heck doesn't know.]

Heyyyyyyyyyy! This festival thing is GREAT! We should have one of these all the time! HAHAHAHA! It's been great! Just great! [Did he say it's great yet? No? Silly him!] This festival is just great!

It's times like this that reminds me what the world is made of. This world? Heck! All worlds! Say it with me everyone! This world is made of LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE! LOVE! AND! PEACE!

[And of course spoken as he makes this motion.]

[And he will continue on like this for several minutes. Enjoy your drunken idiot. For those at the festival you can run into Vash in his bright red coat just about everywhere. Checking out mostly the food, but he'll calm down on day 340 where he will be tying MANY ribbons onto the tree. They're addressed to so many friends he's lost back home. He hasn't forgotten not a single one of them and will be happy to take a quiet moment to remember them all. He'll even be allowing himself to shed tears for his fallen friends without any shame behind them.]



I'm sorry, that I couldn't save you. I promise. I'll never forget you. Any of you.

[The man showing up on the video feed looks rather young, collected, and possibly thoughtful - but also a bit blank, as if he's very much in control of his feelings, or at least in control of which feelings to show. His left eye is covered by an eye-patch made from simple black fabric, and his fair hair is tied back from his face. He smiles rather pleasantly, even brightly, but it doesn't quite reach that one golden eye.]

You know, I've traveled to quite a few different worlds before this one, but this one... it's rather different. [That is an obvious understatement, but the smile doesn't waver.] For one thing, no world I've ever been to before has taken away my magic, not even the worlds where magic didn't exist. [He holds up a finger to his eye.] But this color means it's completely gone. Isn't that strange?

[A small shrug, as if that is really quite immaterial - and it is. He's managed almost entirely without using magic during his travels, and would have continued doing so regardless. But then again... it also means that he really can't leave.] I can't say I know much about gods, though. The only one I ever met, well, he wasn't a god at the time. He became one later, I imagine it's not the same thing.

[There is a small twitch in his smile, and then he continues in a meticulously carefree voice.] It seems like my traveling companions did't come here with me either. That's another strange thing with this world. I came here without being transported the normal way. [A moment's hesitation, then:] I would like, if you will, to hear what kind of worlds others here are from, and if there are other travelers between worlds like me.

[Vash had been in Asgard only a couple days now and the lack of gunfire had been a welcome change to the typical nights and days of his home world. So while the gunfire he heard last night wasn't unusual to hear in the night for him; coming from nearly right below him is very concerning. The bloody footprints even more so. Being a man who can recognize the smell of gunpowder instantly it didn't take him very long to get to the second floor.

He wasn't sure exactly who lived in Sigyn's Welcome Hall and he doesn't want to miss anyone so he doesn't filter his message.]

Is everyone in Sigyn's Welcome Hall, alright? [Someone better say no to that. He can see the blood on the floor!] What happened with the gunfire?

[Vash is speaking with his hair a mess. It's usual spikeyness fallen around his face. Dressed only in his long sleeved and track pant sleeping outfit as he hadn't bothered to dress before seeing what was going on.

He'll be roaming the halls for awhile. Unable to go back to sleep until he's found out what happened. Attempting to follow the footprints where he can.]

[Action for Sigyn Welcome Hall]

[Relatively early in the morning, a high-pitched scream can be heard in the building, followed by hurried footsteps running up to the third floor and the slamming of the door. And given that Hibiki is the only child on that floor who is likely capable of making a sound at that pitch, well...

It might not be so difficult to figure out who, exactly, it was. However, it might be a little more difficult to figure out why there is blood staining the carpet on the second floor.

Sorry about your sleep!]

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Im n ot goingg to the hopsital today sorry

Rutherfordsan im sorry but i dont think i can ma ke diner either today

[Aurora's bracelet is only turned on because a certain owl had been gently nipping at it. Aurora's singing can be heard over the network as she is cleaning the room provided to her. The owl, who had been sitting on the windowsill while Aurora was cleaning. Aurora is just smiling as she gently shoos her avian companion away, still singing.]

Yes, I'm sure this is a bit strange for you as well. Coming here all because of an apple! [She sing-songed to the owl, unaware of the bracelet being on.] But I am glad all the same to see you. And I suppose thankful to the apple as well. [She lightly bops his beak and he sees the screen, giggling and she hasn't smiled so sincerely in what felt like weeks if only it's been a few days.

He tilts his head and gives a soft "hoo!" Aurora turns to see where he's looking, giving a soft "oh!" in surprise.]

Oh! [Well, it would seem all of Asgard had just heard her sing for the moment.] Well, I suppose I should ask, is it very common for fruits to provide us our dear friends and items from home? I'm quite sure I've never had an apple do such a thing before... or appear in such colors.

[When the audio feed turns on at first you hear nothing. Dead noise. Then there's a crash, another crash, the sound of something cracking and more rustling before the feed zones in on Leeloo's voice.]

Bom o mo azart man aranouylipot alsia... ["How am I supposed to save all..."]

[Leeloo turns her video feed on and the room is now visible. The bed slumped against the wall in a heap of broken wood and her blankets torn and things sitting in disarray over the room. Leeloo looks upset. Her eyes red from crying, her lip quivering.]

I am sorry. I was not able to fulfill my purpose.

Hila ligunaï on envolet. ["The galaxy is gone."

With that, Leeloo sucks in a breath and turns off the feed.]